Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw usSo I smashed through the windows and dashed with it allDidn't even leave the broken glassPut it all in the van and took it home to stash.We don't bargain, we throw darts manNo money, pull honeys at the park jamSo give it up this is Sean and Ant's stageYour is on the floor with your permanent mad faceYou hit last place like you didn't know you wouldAnd caught a bad case like you never over stoodDamn shame just a waste of track tapeI bet them raps taste just like an ash trayYou kittens gotta be kiddin'All that hyperbole your spittin' is probably bittenLook at the teeth marks check the dental recordsGo take a second to locate them exits, bitchBelieve it's time for you to believe itClean out your desk and turn the keys inIts termination day for these half witsFlappin' them lips from the cradle to the casketYou mundane like Sunday trafficAbout as much threat as a wet book of matchesThey show me where the mic was I grabbed itTook the stage and made the fans feel fantasticAtmos follow with the fearDon't be talking off my earWhile I'm swallowing my beerGet the fuck outta here with your actSame type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your backStab it, in your face like what's happeningThe brighter the lights the bugs come it attracts em'Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to take her eyes off of my belt buckleSo fuckin' hungry the tummy rumbleGotta be more then just another monkey's uncleSo I'ma get dumb this albumAnd do it like I don't give a damn about the outcomeSlide past the trash that's hatin'Slit the tree in half and crack the pavementWrote graffiti on the mainstream applicationWas validated enough we had the ladies masturbatin'After Satan laughs his ass offWe'll all love hip hopWe'll all have bad jobsAnd even there on that assembly lineI'll remember to remind you bout your empty rhymesOn lunch break I'll battle you for those cupcakesDo it for the love or just to prove you're a fuckin' fakeAnd after I catch a kissFrom the receptionistI'm gonna pose like thisI don't quit I never haveIf you step in the act you better be better then thatYou can talk your shit like whatever, dagBut excuse me miss we need to check your bag huhYour stealin' now give me back my styleHow does it feel tryin' to piggyback my crowdSay it loud break it down take em' outLike give me thisI'm young gifted and mixed